Oh dear.

It’s 08:15. I wake up in bed feeling weird. Five minutes later, i’m on my knees in the bathroom saying goodbye to Dani’s superb Lobster Thermidor and crème brûlée. I clean my teeth and go back to bed. Fifteen minutes later, I’m back in the bathroom regurgitating a piece of cake I ate on my fourth birthday…or so it felt. 

Food poisoning then? As my tummy gurgled and made very odd noises, I realised my boobs hurt. And yes, I mean hurt. Not that nice ache you get when horniness has made them ‘firm.’ 

Fuck. 

I am not good at being unwell. I tend to fuss a lot, sadly. But two hours later I felt fine. Better than fine. I quite suddenly felt the desire for a wank. Actually scratch that. It wasn’t a ‘desire’, it was a desperate, all-consuming need for one. My life would end if I didn’t cum that instant. So i addressed the problem by doing something I used to do in my mid teens…just standing up, jamming a hand in my undies and going for it. The resultant orgasm tore through me like a lightning bolt. Way too strong for what it was…a purely physical, not aided by any real imagination wank. 

Strange start to the day…..

Which repeated itself the following day…and the one after that…and the one after that…and every morning for five weeks…and this morning.

Yes, I know. I’m not stupid. Which is why I’m sitting here looking at a pee stick which indicates that I’m pregnant! Oh fuckety fuck fuck arseholing bollocks! Too soon! Waaaay to fucking soon! Come to that…my last period…..it kinda didn’t happen…well..nothing more than a little light staining….not even proper blood, if you know what I mean. 

But how the fuck? Well, yes, obviously I know how….and yet I don’t.

When my need for cock has been delivered by The lLovely Chris, (TLC) we are always careful….either condoms, or Morning after pill and there has been no problem…until now. Last time we fucked was well over month ago and…..wait let me check. BRB.

FUUUUUCK! The morning after pill I’d bought is still in its packet smirking up at me from my undies drawer. Oh you absolute dyed-in-the-wool cunt! 

(Two days later) Emily knows. She is beside herself with joy…calling me ‘Mama’ and already has the baby catalogues out. Dani is reading up on natural baby foods…..fuck! Stop the world, I wanna get off!. And speaking of ‘getting off’, my sex drive, always high, is now stratospheric! The International Space Station is in a lower orbit than my sex drive. The fucking MOON is in a lower orbit! No-one told me about this! My tits feel like hyper- sensitive rocks, my nipples can feel air currents ten miles away, and between my legs is a constant ocean of wetness. Dehydration through vaginal wetness is a real risk! I’m prowling round the house looking for things to hump, and yesterday, I got in the hot tub, looked down and saw…actually fucking saw….the water turn milky! 

What? Yes, of course I did…why do you think I went down there? 

Now my sister knows too. THAT was a tricky conversation, after all, she was pregnant by TLC too and it didn’t work out. Now I am. Part of me is scared it won’t take, and the other half is terrified that it will! Ali was brilliant. She skipped round the room called herself Aunty Ali! 

Oooohhhh fuck! 

Family meeting last night. Me, Em and Dani. Every option out there and discussed….yes, even termination. Why was Dani there? Because she is part of our family, and anyway, a shed load of work could be coming her way and how dare I just assume she will want it? Fuck…if we loose her…..

Termination? No. I simply couldn’t do by choice what was forced on Alison. Anyway, I’m Catholic enough to accept that there is new life inside me, and yes, while it is my body, my choice, the little human within me is NOT my body. It’s his…or hers. 

The next topic that came up was my raging horniness. Emily has no problems with it of course, but Dani….well….walking into a room and finding your employer mid-wank isn’t in the job description. But then we don’t exactly have a normal employee/employer relationship. 

“I love watching you wank’ Came  Dani’s immediate response. “Who wouldn’t?” 

I explained I’m just so aroused all the time…and so very wet…constantly…”Yes, I noticed that. I do the laundry, remember. In fact, I wondered if you might be pregnant before you did!” We returned to the subject of my sexual needs, and realised that, actually, there’s no problem. Dani doesn’t mind, Emily doesn’t mind, and we agreed a ‘stay or go’ policy. If I’m ‘busy’, the person walking in on me can stay and watch (or join in) or simply leave. 

But there was something else. I am an emotional wreck! I cry at the drop of a hat, and feel so vulnerable, I can’t even put it into words! 

The discussion meandered along and eventually ended. I needed a pee, (again) and went to the bathroom. When I got back to my den there was a note in Em’s handwriting. ‘Come to bed, mama!’ At the foot of the stairs was another note. “Take your clothes off here.” So naked I walked upstairs. I don’t have a baby bump yet of course, but I felt so different to the way I normally feel when I stroll round the house naked. Something has definitely changed. 

In our room, I found Dani, naked, lying in our bed, and a naked Emily. She led me to the bed and laid me down on it and got in the other side. Em one side of me Dani the other. Both girls rolled on their sides and put their arms around me and kissed me gently. Instantly, I knew, knew beyond all doubt that this wasn’t sexual. They held me, stroked me, kissed me like I was cut glass. I managed to get my arms around them both, and then the tears came. I have never felt so loved. And by two people. I freely admit, that as I lay there, tears coursing down my face and them softly kissing them away, I thanked God for His goodness in sending me these two wonderful girls. What have I done to be worthy of so much love? 

Oh it could have developed into sex, especially when Dani put her leg over mine and I felt her warm moist crotch against my thigh, but somehow, despite my raging horniness, I just didn’t want to break the mood. 

08:15 the following morning. 

Oohhhh fuck! How does one extricate oneself from between two girls who are entwined around you when you have precisely three seconds to get to the bathroom? Answer: vertically! I shot out of bed and assumed the position. Nine months of this? Please tell me it gets easier! Still….I hadn’t eaten that much the night before…not that that seems to have any effect on the nausea…and I have a routine now. Vomit… clean teeth…mouthwash….back to bed.

Crawling up between ‘ma girls’ (hehehehe) and noticing their feminine scents on the way…..hmmm now it’s time for sex. Both were on their backs, so I obey between them letting both hands play between their legs. Dani woke first, and reached out to my crotch, then Em, finding Dani’s hand already there leaned over on her side and kissed my left nipple. I nearly shot out of bed! It was electrifying! Hiroshima had less of an effect! My left tit felt like it was wired into the fucking mains! I felt two of Dani’s fingers slide effortlessly inside me, and Em sucked and licked my hyper-sensitive nipple. The orgasm was…..you know….I want to say ‘dreadful’….I don’t mean it like that…I mean it was dreadful in the sense that it was feral….violent…uncontrollable….and I realised Miss Brain was totally silent. 

The two hours that followed involved both Em and I licking Dani out, and making her cum in our mouths…Em licking me and bum-fucking me with her finger….and, surprise, surprise, Dani bum-fucking me with ‘Mike’ under Emily’s guidance. 

So there it is my lovelies. I’m pregnant! Unplanned though it was, we are going to let nature run its course. If it’s meant to be it will be.